Brain and Heart

XI: Cure

Sasha and I walked up to the door and knocked gently. It wasn't that late, and I hoped that whoever was home wasn't asleep.

Reylann's POV:
For a while, there was no answer, and I was getting ready to leave. Until then, I saw a light turn on from beneath the curtains.
There is somebody home.

I heard the door slowly open, and I waited anxiously. Sooner than later, a head peeked out from behind the door.

"What do you want?" Asked a woman. Her voice was quite raspy and caught me off guard.

I gave her the map and waited for her to give me an answer.
She took the map from me and analyzed it. She put her finger on the treehouse and looked down at me.

"What do you know about this place?" She asked.

I thought of an answer. "I live there."

She stared at me for a second, skeptical at first, yet let us enter her home.

Her house smelled like the streets. The ones I remembered from when I lived at the orphanage It was also a bit messy, but it felt very homey. It definitely felt like a real person lived here. Not that Vanessa's house didn't feel like home.
It was my home, but this place felt all too familiar.

"Tell me about everything that's been happening at that house." She commanded me after sitting me down on her couch.

I didn't know what she was looking for exactly, so I told her about every little detail. About how Vanessa was kind and did everything she could to take care of me, but how she also seemed oblivious to John.

Whenever it came to her brother, it never mattered how hard he hit me or how many things he injected me with. She was always blind to it.

I told her about John and how he was always mad at me for something. How he kept Sasha in the basement. And I knew that there was no way Sasha could've been born deaf because of his level of speech.

I told her about the blinding effects of the things he injected me with. The way he would lock me in my room for days without food

I told her about how kind Henry was as well and how he gave me a key that led me to the treehouse.

Then I told her how I found them dead.

I pulled out the journal from my bag and had her read it to me. She glanced at it and quickly switched the topic.

"Thank you for telling me all of this." She said.

I was about to say something, but she continued.
"My name is Alena, and I'm a good friend of Henry and Vanessa. I'm so sorry for your loss. And I know they were great people." She walked up to Sasha and held his hand in her own.

At first, he tried to pull away, then stayed calm.

"Do you know for sure that it was John who killed them?" She asked.

I shook my head. "No. There were two men at the house, and I'm pretty sure they were the murderers. Yet they mentioned a boss," and I'm pretty sure that it was John."

She nodded. "And he was the only one who was conveniently out of the house when that happened." She pulled out a notebook from her table and started writing something down.